[Intro]

BeenBoutaCheck

[Hook]

I got them outer space colors in my cup

Take the lean, Then I pour it on a blunt

Sippin syrup on the Darkside with my woes

At the round table contain up dis dough

I got them outer space colors in my cup

Got them outer space colors in my blunt

The chosen one, I'm the one dat she done chose

Clock some pros and spend it all up on some clothes

[Verse 1]

Count dis, Count dat

Cop work, Count stacks

No time, No slack

Only smoking loud pack

No trap, No sack

Boy you lookin so sad

Got weed, Got crack

Got pills, Got wax

Got this, Got that

Even down to half tracks

Got the boomerang, Makin all da fiends backtrack

In my hood, You can't get no credit or no cash back

You broke as a joke, Fuck around and get laughed at

Young niggas up at 'Cent', With da work up in they bag pack

I'm still gone see more cash even if ya bags fat

Up the strap, Makin all the fuck niggas bag back

Send a shot through ya visor, Used to be a snapback

Beatin up the block, Cause the mothafuckin trap back

Heatin up the pot, Til the mothafuckin glass crack

[Hook]

I got them outer space colors in my cup

Take the lean, Then I pour it on a blunt

Sippin syrup on the Darkside with my woes

At the round table contain up dis dough

I got them outer space colors in my cup

Got them outer space colors in my blunt

The chosen one, I'm the one dat she done chose

Clock some pros and spend it all up on some clothes

[Verse 2]

Bag in, Bag out

Money route, Mapped out

No front, Cashed out

Tryna get my cash up

You ass'd out, The bitch you 'Snap' about in my trap house

Treat her like a rag doll, Then she gotta head out

He ran off with the bread doe, So dat nigga dead now

Whippin up the Redd Foxx, Pro up when I head south

Cautious when I'm up north, Fuckin with them white boys

I ain't handin over shit, Til I get the cash first

I'm staying up late, Tryna get mad rich

Sit the dope in front of me, I hit it with laxatives

All talk no action, Man these boys is activist

I show em how to master it, This is not a magic trick

Wanna see a magic trick, I can make you vanish quick

A head shot while he in traffic, Cause a accident, Bitch

[Hook]

I got them outer space colors in my cup

Take the lean, Then I pour it on a blunt

Sippin syrup on the Darkside with my woes

At the round table contain up dis dough

I got them outer space colors in my cup

Got them outer space colors in my blunt

The chosen one, I'm the one dat she done chose

Clock some pros and spend it all up on some clothes